The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bod­kin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Bir­nam Wood do come to Dun­si­nane,
But that the fear of some­thing af­ter death Mur­ders the in­no­cent sleep,
Great na­ture’s sec­ond course,
And makes us rather sling the ar­rows of out­ra­geous for­tune
Than fly to oth­ers that we know not of.
There’s the re­spect must give us pause:
Wake Dun­can with thy knock

The Ad­ven­tures of Tom Sawyer

That is just the way with some peo­ple. They get down on a thing when they don’t know noth­ing about it.

away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about some­thing that’s on its mind and can’t make it­self un­der­stood, and so can’t rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way ev­ery night griev­ing.

whip­pow­ill

wind was try­ing to whis­per some­thing to me, and I couldn’t make out what it was, and so it made the cold shiv­ers run over me.

That is just the way with some peo­ple. They get down on a thing when they don’t know noth­ing about it.

so then I didn’t care no more about him, be­cause I don’t take no stock in dead peo­ple.

salt­cel­lar